How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 110

 

“Hwuuu…”

 

The distant sound of someone sobbing echoed familiarly.

 

Was a banshee crying again?

 

The voices that sounded were quite a bit different from one, though.

 

“Hwuuuuu…”

 

“You can stop.”

 

Oh, was it just a dream?

 

A dark room slowly became clearer. I’d seen this room before.

 

As the darkness surrounding me gradually ebbed away, I saw a woman crying, standing in front of a balcony and rubbing the heel of her palm against her chest. A man was moving closer to her.

 

I couldn’t see their faces, but a strange sense of familiarity washed over me. The thought of having met this couple somewhere else passed me by.

 

Oh, that’s right. I had had a dream like this once before.

 

Yes, in another place, at another time, that woman had been smiling wickedly, and that man…

 

“Isn’t it time you stopped with the bad acting?”

 

The woman quit her wailing. “What if I don’t want to?”

 

“Ah, you’re really driving me crazy.”

 

“As expected, it doesn’t work on you,” I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the woman sneering. “You’re so annoying, you know that, right?”

 

The sadness ailing her vanished in an instant, something menacing gracing her features instead. I still couldn’t see what she looked like, but I felt the aggression dripping from her echoing and settling in my bones.

 

The man looming over her seemed to be very angry. “You turned the court banquet into a damn circus show. Have you no shame?”

 

“That girl was asking for it. What did you want me to do?”

 

“Did you fight with her just cause she asked you a question? Why don’t you pick a fight with the entire world then?”

 

“You weren’t even there, so what do you know? Right, it must’ve been your little sister that told you. Of course, she must have chosen her side again. She always does.”

 

The woman gave a bitter laugh, the air turning sullen.

 

“Watch your mouth.”

 

“Oh, don’t deny it, you know it’s true. And what if I don’t watch my mouth? Will you hit me? Don’t even joke around, because we both know you won’t.”

 

I was starting to worry a little for the woman.

 

She was deliberately targeting her opponent’s weak spots, his rage already reaching its breaking point. The harsh breaths he took was the only sound that could be heard in this dark and empty room.

 

“You’re such a bad f**king girl.”

 

“And you’re so handsome,” she swooned, ridicule but also honesty honeying her sweet voice.

 

“Consider it an honor then, if you’re willing to admit it.”

 

“Hah! An honor? You?”

 

“Anything you’re dissatisfied with? Tell me, since I’m your so-called husband.”

 

“I’m dissatisfied with your existence itself.”

 

with your existence, you

 

The mood was strange.

 

seriously fighting, but they couldn’t take their eyes off

 

of the door if not taking swings at each other before that. Instead, it was the distance between them that was dwindling, something I couldn’t

 

were almost chest to

 

my appearance you’re at least not dissatisfied with, my

 

flatter yourself. It just came out like that, it didn’t mean anything. There are a hell of a lot more attractive men much better-looking than

 

are you doing here, then? Hurry up

 

“You’re a damn j*rk.”

 

right?” The man came closer, as if there was still space left between

 

you don’t participate in

 

“Hell no!”

 

“Then I won’t either!”

 

frustration and moving swiftly, the woman raked her fingers through the man’s hair and dug her nails into the back of his neck,

 

twice her

 

who these people were, and why I was here, as I took in the scene of the man and woman’s passionate

 

sounds of heavy breaths and desperate kissing filled the dark chamber. The only source of light came from the moon raining down on the couple clutching each

 

romantic, yet macabre. Sad and hopeless and wretched all

 

woman’s eyes turned

 

I was only a ghost in this dream, after all. Someone from the outside looking

 

that woman smiled

 

chest broke and smashed into pieces. The face I hadn’t

 

The woman was me.

 

Borgia, that’s you…

 

Then, that man is…

 

check, to see, to make sense of it, but it was as if someone had turned

 

the room plunged into darkness. The man and the woman vanished and I lost myself to the shadows in this empty and desolate

 

***

 

eyes had me twitching, trying

 

that came to me was the heavy feeling in my head. I tried to lift my hand, but it dropped down to the bed I was lying on like a ton

 

I? Who got me here? What happened

 

I turned my eyes to my right, the feeling of someone else’s arm underneath me jostling me

 

I wanted to cry.

 

to see him safe and lying next to me, looking like he hadn’t just gone through

 

taking him in, my eyes leaving no

 

He looked miserable, though.

 

tried to move my weak hand and run my fingers through his bangs, the movement

 

a whisper in the soft

 

wasn’t really thinking of anything. It felt like it didn’t really

 

my previous life and everything I had done in this life, all of it flashed before my eyes, like a movie stuck on

 

like a stranger in my own body

 

was low and hoarse as well, a whisper I breathed out. “Because I

 

“What…?”

 

been broken for a long time. I’ve never really been me. All I

 

knew very well, something that had revealed itself to

 

with me once they realized I wasn’t what they had wanted me to be. When my brother had had enough of my sniveling and groveling and breaking down, when I wasn’t the perfect sister, always composed and worthy of the family name

 

been like

 

“Always.”

 

mean snarl. I knew it wasn’t me

 

situation where I’m

 

until I pressed hard on the bone of his cheek,

 

Izek still kept on gazing at me with that

 

other arm was free, he could embrace me fully,

 

and burying my head in the juncture where his

 

didn’t understand why my

 

a dream, but I didn’t remember it at

 

like that. Because it’s not your fault. It’s not always all

 

arrogant

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